Never in a million years did I think that I would look forward to changing a diaper. To be honest, I have probably changed less than 10 diapers in my lifetime before Kaia was born. The other day though, Kaia dropped a doozie of a diaper on me. One of those that you open and just have to turn your head as it was filled from front to back. I had to diagram a plan of attack on the cleaning process. No leakage, thanks Pamapers, but filled to the brim with that yummy mustardy waste. To say the least, it was a small balancing act as I positioned her on the table. As I began to remove her clothes, a huge smile came on her face and my heart melted. More than just being fresh and clean, I think she enjoys putting me through the rigors of parenting. Opening up the diaper almost left me in tears… and these were not tears of joy. 45 seconds and 7 wet wipes later, she was all smiles and all cleaned up. I had conquered the poopie diaper. The question I had for myself was how could I find joy in the one thing I dreaded about being a parent. Everyone had always told me that it is different when it is your child… This is true. It is not the bond that most parents share I imagine, but nonetheless, I am getting a chance to make her happy. Something that I never felt before takes over inside you as you realize that most important thing in your life is not your life at all. Now look forward to diaper time… It will be hard to see who’s smile is bigger too…Kaia’s or Mine.
